Rain poured buckets, being dispelled from the angry storm clouds above. Your hair was sopping wet and kept falling over your eyes in strands. Combatted with the screeching thunder and streaks of lightning traveling across the sky with your current task at hand; healing a wounded ninja, your hands were nothing but shaky. You had to save this person, even though there's a possibility that they're the enemy ninja your village is after; but with your greatest fear, rumbling just over your head; saving this person's life was taking a lot longer due to you need to block your ears from the terrifying sound coming from above.

You've always hated loud noises. They scare you to death. Whether it's airplanes or blenders or vacuums; no matter what the noise is, it's tremors rock your body to the point where you're in the fetal position: hands over your ears.

It was too dark and the rain mixed with wind traveling at such a velocity, you could barely make out who was before you. You were trained in medical ninjutsu since you were only a child and were never placed on a real ninja squad like you had always wanted. You didn't exactly possess any specific chakra nature; just a knack for healing with what little chakra you can hone. This is probably because your teachers never taught you any style jutsu and held you captive at the infirmary; where your job was healing ninja who came back wounded from missions.

But this was a special case. You were sent on your first mission along with several other ninja from the Hidden Leaf Village. Although their purpose was to search for members of the enemy organization: Akatsuki, you were sent to aid them in case any medical treatment was to be necessary. You were supposed to stay away during the fight, but you ended up being stuck in the middle. Fortunately you were unharmed, but with all the dead bodies surrounding you, most likely carcasses of your comrades, you couldn't help but be consumed with fear and desperation.

Letting out a strangled scream, you pulled at your sopping wet hair. Naturally you're a blonde but with all this rain which your hair had absorbed, it now appears black. Desperately searching for a pulse in the body you were trying to save, your fingers felt how cold his neck was. Dead. No pulse thrummed against fingers and dreaded realization hit you like a lightning bolt to the heart: You're alone. You're comrades managed to all die, the only reason you were sent on this mission was to prevent that from happening.

Tears streamed down your face, mixed with rain water. You could taste the saltiness as all you felt was sorrow and your body only feeling numb.

"No!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. It was a scratchy, hoarse scream; filled with nothing but sorrow and regret.

Gripped with grief and sorrow, you trudged through the pile of cold, lifeless bodies. Crawling on your hands and knees, in hopes of protecting yourself from the lightning. You tried covering your ears while attempting to get away, silently praying that no enemy ninja lay alive in the midst of the dead, but your heart yearned from another soul to keep you company; no matter who it may be.

Stumbling across a body warmer than the others; you stopped for a moment. You had gotten a good several yards away from your comrades, but you may have miscounted. Straddling the body with your legs you checked for a pulse, placing your already shaking hands onto the neck of the stranger.

"I'm alive, un! How about you fix me, yeah?" Said the strained voice of the man, startling you half to death.

You were met with warm blue, inviting eyes, and a mischievous smile. His hair was blonde, and tied back in a half up-do.

"Oh my gosh, I could kiss you!" You yelled in happiness.

Your heart swelled at the fact that someone was alive. To identify the ninja you allowed your finger to graze over their forehead, over the fabric of their head band and tracing over the metal. Furrowing your eyebrows, your small fingers traced over what was the engraving of the symbol of the Hidden Stone, but to your dismay had a gash through it.

"Save the kiss for after you heal me, yeah?" Said the mysterious rogue.

"You're Akatsuki," you hissed, pulling back, but not before noticing the crimson liquid blooming beneath his shirt.

"You're injured! Like badly injured!" You stated, using your chakra to pinpoint where or what his wounds are.

"Way to a state the obvious, lady. But can we set aside our differences just this once, yeah?"

Ignoring the blonde's statement you began to get to work, mending his broken ribs and stitching a gash across his chest, which he had to remove his cloak for, much to his amusement.

You figured that in the blast, which he created using one of his detonation jutsu, he injured himself. You could've sworn that there were two Akatsuki fighting your fellow villagers but he may have penned his partner for hopeless and left him for dead.

A strangled groan escaped the rogue's lips as you sped up the recovery of his damaged rib cage. He placed both hands on either side of your arms, his nails unintentionally digging into your flesh due to his painful recovering.

By now the rain had begun to die down and the dark cumulo nimbus clouds had started to roll away, revealing a pale grey sky above. You couldn't bring yourself to turn around and meet the gaze of your dead comrades. You only allowed yourself to focus on healing the Akatsuki before you. You inspected every inch of his face, curiosity gripping your heart. This was a rogue ninja, a member of the organization your village has been trying to track down for years, yet you couldn't bring yourself to even fathom a possibility of going back home and taking this guy with you. Of course you could only half ass your job and bring him back home, wounded. But something in the back of your mind made you crave his company, and the way he stared at you as you healed him, his sea foam eyes locked on your gaze. You must've spent at least five whole minutes staring at them, trying to figure out whether they were blue or green.

You had his head rested on your lap, and a gripping temptation to play with his long, soft hair. He made several attempts to get a conversation going with you, but you couldn't concentrate on your work with him talking. Especially with his odd habitable speech patterns of 'uns' and 'yeahs'. There's no doubt that he distracts you, especially with that cocky smirk the never left his face. The only information you both exchanged were each other's names'; his being Deidara.

Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your sleeve, you brushed yourself off in accomplishment.

"Alright, you should be okay now. I'd take it easy if I were you. I promise I won't rat you out or anything-" you began, rising from your crouched position -"although I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't go back home after what happened.." You said more to yourself than to Deidara.

The blonde slowly began to rise, arms reaching out to you for stability. He pulled his black Akatsuki cloak over his head and that's when you truly noticed the red swirly clouds that adorned it. He really is the enemy. Deidara towered over you by about four or five inches, and with his eyes half closed and nose wrinkled in pain, you noticed he could not wipe that famous smirk off his lips, no matter what.

"What about my kiss, un?" He reminded, resting his forehead against yours.

A small smile crept up your face, and you leaned in, pecking the rogue's lips. To your surprise he pulled you closer, closing the gap between you two. His arms wound their way around your waist as you instinctively cupped his face. You felt his hot breath over your lips and it made you feel warm and secure. Even though the kiss was short and sweet and filled with gratitude, you couldn't help but feel that this man before you would grow to be someone precious to you.

"How are you gonna rat me out when I kidnap you and take you back home with me, yeah?" He half threatened half proposed.

As you intertwined your hands', you thought of life with the Akatsuki.

You had always wanted to be on a team with other ninja, and now your wish was finally coming true.

"Remember Dei, I'm the hero here, not you." You scolded before walking away with your new found lover.

You always had a soft spot for the wounded, and if you hadn't noticed the blood blooming red beneath Deidara's cloak, never would you have stayed long enough to find love in your enemy.